"Are you staring at me?" Patrick asked while feeling pleased.
Since she was caught, Amelia had no choice but to ask casually, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"Oh, I accidentally crushed a glass and I was cut by the broken pieces."
As he said this, Patrick sense sorrows on Amelia's face. He could not help but comfort her, "I'm fine, it's nothing"
He treated this as a minor injury but five scratch marks on his shoulders was a big issue. Amelia was dumbstruck for a moment.
Amelia calmed herself and said, "Although you're a man you should love yourself more too."
"Okay, got it!"
Just as Patrick felt relieved that Amelia had finally cared for him, she continued, "After all, your hands are often in contact with your clients. You shouldn't leave a bad impression..."
Patrick was stunned for a moment and his face, which had just turned sunny showed a trace of resentment.
Amelia seemed to have thought of something and opened the first aid kit. She took out a tube and handed it to Patrick. "This is aloe vera, it helps in healing. It was given to me by Florence. I've read about it and it is said to be good for the skin. Here, take it!"
At the end of her words, Amelia has shown traces of loss.
Patrick looked at her from afar and felt a warm current flowing through his heart. Her unexpected tenderness had become a part of him that he could not part with.
Just as he was about to receive the ointment, Amelia's expression changed.
"Hey, wait." Unknowingly, she bent down to check Patrick's palm and her eyes widened. "Your hand... it hasn't healed yet!"
In order to let Amelia take a closer look, Patrick held his palm opened and a drop of blood ooze out from his flesh.
Patrick did not say anything.
Neither did Amelia.
After Amelia came to her senses, she immediately pulled out a roll of bandage and wrap it around Patrick's palm which was bleeding profusely.
When she was halfway through the bandage, she remembered that she had not disinfected the wound and applied medicine to the wound yet. She then unwrapped the bandage in a hurry...
Although being caught back and forth like this, Patrick was still in a leisure mood and comforted her. "Don't worry, take it slow."
Amelia lifted her head and glared at him. She asked unhappily, "Your hand hasn't recovered yet, why didn't you wrap it up?"
Patrick looked at her anxious face from afar.
Thinking that she was worried about him, he said happily, "I can't bathe with a gauze, can I? It will be infected."
"Nonsense! Do you think that it wouldn't be infected if you took a bath without bandaging it? " Amelia shouted angrily as she poured alcohol on the cotton pad and cleaned Patrick's wound with it.
Patrick smiled to himself when he noticed the concentration in her eyes and her cautious behaviour.
If he could make her worry about him, then it was totally worth it to be injured.
Seeing that Patrick was silent for a long time, Amelia threw a glance at him because she was afraid that she would hurt him. However, all she saw was Patrick looking at her with a lewd smile.
With a cold expression on her face, she put more strength into her hands and noticed a change in Patrick's expression. She then mocked him and said, "Let's see if you still can laugh!"
She was angry!
She was mad at him for not loving himself.
He was born in a noble family and was surrounded by many protections. Obviously, there was no one or nothing that could be a threat to him, yet he was still hurt!
The most annoying thing was that his injury was caused by self-mutilation!
She tried to control her temper but she could not hold back any longer "Don't come to me again if you decided to crush plates, cups or any other things just for fun!"
Patrick then asked, "Then who shall I look for?"
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